False Charges
Ya know, race is perm, just battle 'til I get it in
Yeah, big pen push big poems
I'm an ancient afronautic, schizophrenic, Gnostic
On Friday, it's the mosque and on a Saturday, the mosh pit
My life's crazy, I know all about the darkness
The esoteric forces, Behold the Pale Horses
Secret forces, Luciferian causes
Alien bases, Gulf of Aden vortex
My reality is only truth prospers
A free spirit, so to them, I'm a flyin' saucer
You've never seen a man like me, I'm half porpoise
You're far from water? That means a small dolphin
Tour across oceans and reach portions
Of earth you've never seen or heard, Sri Lankan
A Moorish militian, (nigga) we sovereign
I Self Law Am Master, y'all lawless
Fire don't catch heat, ice don't get frostbit
Electrified lifestyles, and no charges
How you talkin' 'bout possession when you're the ones that's evil?
In your black robes ceremony, summons me like a demon
To appear like a genie, this shit is ritualistic
Slammin' Thor's Hammer, sacrificing another victim
Magi to magistrate, black magicians
Use trick words to bond you, to their submission
I ain't into none of that there, it's against my religion
All these robes and wigs and oaths, that shit is forbidden
Ay yo, Your Honor, I just wanna say
Your case is dismissed right now, man
First of all, you say, "Possession"
Like don't y'all need a priest for that?
I-I'm not possessed, y'all the ones that's possessed!
And, first of all, who are you people, man?
Sons of the moors and prophets
We lost within the cities of the crown prince darkness
Glide through, my thoughts on winged horses
'Til my eyes crystallize and look frostbit
Brothers like us, we've never see flying saucers
Just red and blue lights with them sirens upon 'em
And 'cause I know brothers named Assad and Mohammed
My phone catch more taps than Renaissance Harlem
Healed myself and made all my fears targets
The mind's the kingdom, the earth, a pure garden
You can keep the fairy tales of tellin' me who God is
I know it very well, it isn't Santa Claus or Tarzan
Pardon, I'm trippin', yeah, I'm a retartist
Here, to be honest, I'm gonna break shit regardless
One, two, three, riot!
One, two, three, riot!
Uno, dos, tres, riot!
One, two, three, riot!
Yeah, big pen push big poems
I'm an ancient afronautic, schizophrenic, Gnostic
On Friday, it's the mosque and on a Saturday, the mosh pit
My life's crazy, I know all about the darkness
The esoteric forces, Behold the Pale Horses
Secret forces, Luciferian causes
Alien bases, Gulf of Aden vortex
My reality is only truth prospers
A free spirit, so to them, I'm a flyin' saucer
You've never seen a man like me, I'm half porpoise
You're far from water? That means a small dolphin
Tour across oceans and reach portions
Of earth you've never seen or heard, Sri Lankan
A Moorish militian, (nigga) we sovereign
I Self Law Am Master, y'all lawless
Fire don't catch heat, ice don't get frostbit
Electrified lifestyles, and no charges
How you talkin' 'bout possession when you're the ones that's evil?
In your black robes ceremony, summons me like a demon
To appear like a genie, this shit is ritualistic
Slammin' Thor's Hammer, sacrificing another victim
Magi to magistrate, black magicians
Use trick words to bond you, to their submission
I ain't into none of that there, it's against my religion
All these robes and wigs and oaths, that shit is forbidden
Ay yo, Your Honor, I just wanna say
Your case is dismissed right now, man
First of all, you say, "Possession"
Like don't y'all need a priest for that?
I-I'm not possessed, y'all the ones that's possessed!
And, first of all, who are you people, man?
Sons of the moors and prophets
We lost within the cities of the crown prince darkness
Glide through, my thoughts on winged horses
'Til my eyes crystallize and look frostbit
Brothers like us, we've never see flying saucers
Just red and blue lights with them sirens upon 'em
And 'cause I know brothers named Assad and Mohammed
My phone catch more taps than Renaissance Harlem
Healed myself and made all my fears targets
The mind's the kingdom, the earth, a pure garden
You can keep the fairy tales of tellin' me who God is
I know it very well, it isn't Santa Claus or Tarzan
Pardon, I'm trippin', yeah, I'm a retartist
Here, to be honest, I'm gonna break shit regardless
One, two, three, riot!
One, two, three, riot!
Uno, dos, tres, riot!
One, two, three, riot!
Credits
Writer(s): Ingo Moell, El Ismail A Azim
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